Clubmans All-British Show and Swap Meet

Windy, cold, over my head a dark blanket of clouds simmers with the threat of a down pour and I look back at her waiting for a sign. I won’t put you through this I think and throw the blue crackly tarp back on and grab the car keys. Ty and Hale greet me with the want for coffee and I inform them that there is in fact a trailer outside devoted to just that. The sun shoots out a beam from between those horrible clouds as if wanting me to grab on and pull her through but my grip slips and the rain comes. We go inside.